"Clan Uncle!"
"Zhi Yan! You're finally back! I worried about you all night! Are you all right? Sit, sit!" Wang Tai personally welcomed Wang Yang to his seat, then looked behind him. "Where's Wu Qian?"
Wang Yang wore a grave expression. "Clan Uncle, something happened."
"What?"
"We were on our way to inspect the grain in the warehouse, but a band of men appeared out of nowhere and abducted Wu Qian!"
???
Wang Tai could scarcely believe his ears!
Are you telling me a damned fairy tale?!!!
"Clan Uncle, aside from being our key witness in framing the Prince of Badong, did Wu Qian know anything else? Things you did in the past, perhaps, or your purpose in coming to Jingzhou? If so, we're in serious trouble!"
Wang Tai's expression gradually turned cold. He stared at Wang Yang without speaking.
As though oblivious, Wang Yang continued, "Clan Uncle, what are we going to do? Fabricating testimony and framing an imperial prince-how could either of us bear the punishment for crimes that grave?"
Wang Tai gave a cold laugh. "It's fine. Wu Qian wouldn't let himself be captured."
Clang.
A short sword decorated with gold patterns flew out of Wang Yang's sleeve.
The corner of Wang Tai's brow jerked. His smile vanished entirely, as though covered in frost, and his formerly warm, kindly face became stern and unfamiliar.
With a concerned expression, Wang Yang asked, "Clan Uncle, you don't look well. Shouldn't you rest first?"
Wang Tai's gaze remained fixed on Wang Yang's face, as though trying to see what lurked behind that youthful countenance. His voice was cold and edged with mockery. "No need to rest. You've certainly gone to a great deal of 'trouble,' my worthy nephew."
"Oh, what are you saying, Clan Uncle? We're family! How could any